Thoughts drift like seaweeds on the sea,
The mind struggle to understand truth deeper than the Mariana's trench.
Sadness has lost its touch,
Fear is ignored.
Pain has left the heart,
Only numbness remain.
The heart wonders why men give not the dregs of society a chance,
And all those maimed by life's disasters.
Some has lost the will to live.
Like ghosts in the street,
They wander life pathways unnoticed.
Except by those whose heart sees.
Like mist their dreams disappear before the eye.
For ill reign in dreams stead.
In the silence of grief,
A voice speak from the torn hearts
'Despise us not, why ignore?
For we are flesh like thee and share the same crimsion that flow in thy veins.
Though ye stand unhurt by lifes scourge.
Then silence prevail for the thoughts to drift.
Of dreams once had,
Bliss enjoyed.
But the thoughts grief not again,
It has learned to live with grief whip.
And now the sought truth is found,
That they with all men can no longer dwell thesame.
Yet the cry of the maimed souls,
Be just not for hopes shattered
But that men should gíve room for hopes which surge in them to soar,
And know that though they live disfigured by fate,
They still have a purpose,
One that no one should ignore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem